CPN Poetry Book

C P NP o e t r yB o o k

C e l e b r a t i n g 1 0 0 Y e a r s

Where my friends are, I learn a lot from you,

My lovely school. -Ana López

Love, laughter, learning, hundred years in the making,

that is CPN. -Alejandra Quintana

Hooray! A hundred years!

My school is the best! Hooray! And to much more years!

Camelia Carvajal

Yum! The delicious food That I eat in school

Rice, beans and meat.

- Cristina de Corral

We need to share The short time we have left

in our beloved school.

Viviana Fernandini

100 wonderful years gone by…

Time passes by No matter what changes now

The memories shall remain untouched. -Cindy Camero

!100 years of excellence

So it’s your birthday

It’s your 100th birthday I’ll celebrate for you.

-Verónica Rodríguez

!!

That Rose By Laura Muñoz

A rose is like a friend I used to have

with so many pleasant qualities worthy of appreciating.

A rose that blossomed with time and that stayed beside me

all day and night.

A rose that always sang precious notes, yet never talked.

By seeing its outer petals, I was convinced of its purity. I should’ve dug deeper before

the roots started revealing themselves.

A rose with who I usually encounter, but now it’s not the same. Everything has changed.

The rose’s petals have fallen, and I realize that

it’s really just a rose I used to know.

Countries Away By Laura Muñoz

The distance is our enemy,

it keeps us apart, yet we always maintain an open heart.

We are countries away and it’s hard to believe how little I stayed.

You saw me in my childhood

since the day I was born. I call you my family,

even though I don’t see you anymore. The trust we had one day

is not the same, but in my heart you will always remain.

I often visit you

in that country at the south, very happy to see you

and an I love you coming from my mouth.

Oh, Poems By Laura Muñoz and Maria Mercedes Arias

Poems, there are so many kinds,

there’s free verse and ballads and some that rhyme.

Langston Hughes and Edgar Allan Poe,

too bad, I can’t remember anymoe’. Oh, Shakespeare I forgot, Romeo, come and save me

because your hair is so soft.

At least we have rhythm and maybe some rhymes, but we made this poem

in little to no time. Yeah, poems are great

so get to English before you’re too late

Maybe this is how great ones are made.

The only thing we need is a perfect grade.

Music By Maita Rachid

Music,

It’s my guide to trouble. It takes away all the pain,

and brings in such emotion that can’t even be explained.

Music, It’s the medicine for when I’m in a bad mood.

It calms me, and transports me to another world Where there are no problems and everyone is happy.

It’s my guide to life. -

The Feeling of Riding a Horse

I get this feeling when I ride my horse, a feeling of happiness, and freedom of course.

I’m not sure I can explain it,

but here I go; I’ll tell you what I know,

about that special feeling.

It’s like a sentimental connection, between rider and horse,

in other words, it’s more like a powerful force.

When I ride my horse,

I feel invincible, like nothing can catch me,

when I gallop, unstoppable.

I feel at peace,

like I could escape the worries of my daily life,

like it could all cease.

I hold a very special place for my horse, in my heart,

and together we shall be, until the day we part.

- Valeria Benítez

Three baby birds

three little baby birds, who sat in their nest out of sight, waited anxiously for their mother,

who would give them their first lesson in flight.

When their mother came, they were all nervous, worried that they would get hurt,

except the youngest of the birds, the one they would call the squirt.

The first bird who attempted flight,

was a success, he soared like a kite

and did not fail to impress.

The second bird next to try, was also a success,

he soared high and passed the test.

When it came down to the youngest,

the one with least strength, ability or speed, he couldn't flap his small wings hardest,

and fell to the grass, knowing he did not succeed.

When his mother and brothers came to rescue him, his brothers asked him "little squirt, do you feel hurt?"

but the little bird stood there with a grin, and without weeping or crying said

"The only thing that hurts harder than a failure is not trying."

-Valeria Benítez

I trust you...

I trust you to keep my deepest secrets.

I trust you to always be by my side. I trust you to cheer me up when I'm down.

I trust you to help me up when I fall. I trust you to keep your promises. I trust you to be the cause of my

best moments and help me in my worst. I trust you to help me with my problems.

I trust you to be there when I need you the most. I trust you to always

accept me even though we change. I trust you to never forget me when we take our own paths.

I trust you to never let anything come between us.

I trust you to never leave me behind and not come back. I trust you to never let me down.

I trust you to always be my best friend.

-Camila Rivera

Family is a Priority

Family will always be by your side even though you're not.

They will always help you through those times that are rough.

They will always be the shoulder you'll cry on.

Family is what you call home.

They will always be like your best friends, accept and support you through you ups and downs

and always give a second chance, even though you don't always deserve it.

You might hate them at sometimes,

or end up with another fight. But you know that if they ever left your side

you won’t even pass the night. You'll be back in their arms

in the blink of an eye. Just accept it, Family ALWAYS comes first.

-Camila Rivera

Last Summer

The memories that I forget will never fade Because last summer is when those memories were made

I met people all around the globe In a place where new friendships are born

I miss all my friends and I want to meet them again

But I’m sure I’ll see them one day And maybe they will come visit with the others

Not today, but next summer - Carla Nigaglioni

Ending This Year

School is almost over And there is so little to be completed

And not much to cover Just last thoughts to be liberated

We still have some work

Like quizzes and homework But we can pull this off

And just carry on

Just weeks away We will be done with 8th grade

We will graduate this year And start another stage

- Carla Nigaglioni

Friendship

True friends are forever In good times and bad times,

Sometimes you don’t see them But they are always there.

You may disagree or agree,

You may like it or not, You may have problems or differences,

But a friend is always there To watch your back.

When hard times come your way

You may feel some pain, But a friend is always there,

To calm you away.

When you have problems with your friends Be brave and talk with them,

You never want to be mad With your best friend.

-Sofía Carvajal

Sisters

Sisters are like best friends, But sister are forever and real.

No matter where she goes, She will never let me down.

She is my mirror,

My teacher, My defense attorney, My partner in crime,

My witness, My midnight companion,

And sometimes the reason I wish I was an only child.

I remember how we used to play Barbie dolls and make-ups Tea parties and dress ups

Now we love girls’ night out And giving each other advice.

Sometimes we are really close friends,

We stay up late and talk at night; Sometimes we fight,

Other times we get along; But I know she will always be there,

And she will always care From now to very end.

-Sofía Carvajal

The Courage I Need

The courage I need is somewhere out there Wherever it is, it must be very rare.

Once lost, never found The courage I need just isn’t around.

The courage I need is very hard to find

If it is anywhere near, I think I have gone blind. Being brave is easier said than done

Because when fear comes we find ourselves alone.

The courage I need must be hidden very well I could never find it even though I searched and dwelled.

Truth is, the courage I need Has always been with me.

- Andrea Díaz

The Story of a Smile

A story is told From long ago About a smile

That stays unknown.

Its rounded corners Its simple curves

Its peach-colored lips It all stays preserved.

Adults walked with joy

Kids waved and laughed With a little bit of brightness

They thought no dull day would ever arrive.

And the story was told Never to be forgotten

Yet it is all about a smile That no one knows about.

Andrea Díaz

Best Friend Poem

A best friend is a person, that we met along.

They always stay beside you, when things go wrong.

A best friend always has a smile, when you feel down.

A best friend is a person, you can always count on.

“Best Friend” is a title you choose.

You can always know, that is the person you’ll never lose.

- Andrea Kury

Friendship

We both have the same name But are interests are not the same.

Some day we would like to have fame For playing on the volleyball game.

I will always remember the time we traveled

To Chicago and ate eggs scrambled. Also when we bought some candy

And gave it to Aunt Sandy, But it never came to handy

She always invites me to Auroritas

To eat lots of rice and Fajitas. And in the morning we eat Azucaritas.

-Mariana Palou

Being a teen

Sometimes I wonder, who do Grown-ups see us as teens.

Do they remember the time that they were young? Do they think of us as silly kids?

Who laugh at nothing and cry at everything.

Being a teen is much more complicated than you all think. Being a teen is dealing with our hormones, that act up whenever and wherever.

Its also dealing with behaving ourselves like our parents taught us to.

They say that the teen ages are

the best years in life. So let us enjoy them, ‘cause remember that you were a teen once.

-Mariana Ruiz

Thanks for My Life by Isabel Polo

CPN is a path That guides us to be women.

It takes us from being small to big, Giving us the tools that helps us

Who we want to be.

Following our dreams and trusting our ways, We all grow to have a heart

And mind that we use, To express in every way.

We all share memories

Of family, friends and fun. When we talk until the setting sun,

Dancing and painting This “home” grew into our lives.

The journey in life

May one day be over, But the memory of us

Will never change our mood.

Thank you all for the support. For the love, for helping each other

Get through this. For the laughs

And for always having my back. !!!

!!!!!!!!

Being a Diva by Isabel Palou

Rows and rows of aligned books, Untold stories waiting to be read.

Drama, romance, suspense or supernatural, The 3I has them all to your liking.

Dive into a vicarious adventure,

Fifteen minutes before the lecture begins. Expand your vocabulary

Or enter a world you never thought existed.

Some call it Diva Others may call it nap time,

But the opportunity to learn something new Is in your power every English class you enter.

It can be a series, maybe a bestseller,

A contemporary romance or science fiction. Diva Time gives you the opportunity to open your mind

And put yourself in another person’s life. !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

CPN Poem by Andrea Gómez

A hundred years have gone by, And blue and white still stick to our hearts.

So many memories, so many tears. The girls that have been here Know that the pride is real.

Books and desks,

We can’t wait to rest! But we know deep inside

We couldn’t live without CPN.

Hearing the bell fills us with joy, Eager to learn and become something more.

We’ve walked together through so many years, I can’t believe senior year is already here.

All of the moments we went through together,

Sisters forever and friends wherever. Our distinctive uniform brings us together, We will be blue jays from now and forever.

Even our lockers are full of stories,

The best time together on the third floor. Good friends and a second family,

“Side by side or miles apart, we’ll always be sisters at heart.”

Blue Memories By Daniela Bresciani

The blue gates of the entrance

Welcome me in, With expectance of tolerance

For everyone within.

The small tables and wooden sticks, With sharp points of carbon,

Leave evidence of the trail That will lead me to stardom.

For it will be hard Yet easy to let go,

For my memories have stained In experiences that enjoy.

Not a tear will be shed At the throw of my hat,

For all my memory has held Is not near worth that.

Memories of happiness

Shall not be shown with cries, Because nothing worth living for

Should be saluted with a sigh.

CPN Poem By Andrea Rodriguez

A bell rings and a hallway bursts of blue, And laughs and voices spread around.

Cries of joy, screams of happiness, But one can’t see any frowns.

They enter classrooms and sit with anxiety,

Eager to learn and explore. The women of tomorrow expand their knowledge

Still desperate to know even more.

A sea of hands fills the air, Holding doubts and seeking explanations.

A teacher dries it out, Explaining history, languages or equations.

This event repeats itself

With women of different ages. And so they grow hand-to-hand to this school,

Together overcoming many life stages.

But one must clarify This is no mainstream institution,

For it raises the women of the future Who will bring progress

And to problems, great solutions.

The women of white and blue Will forever grow without fear.

CPN will continue teaching successfully Like it has done for a hundred years.

Those Were the Days By Alexandra López Chaim

In the future when I leave the school, Although it may sound uncool,

But I don't really care, That people may stare

When I walk by, For I as a nature lover

Will miss as I start over. The tree at “El Patio de Petra,”

For there I sat happy or sad, And just relaxed

As I heard the crumbling of the leaves And felt in my face the soft breeze.

A little bird may come by And bother to try

To pick up a crumb or a fry No matter how much time passes by.

I will miss the moments When I just sat

And looked up at the sky. How we always got together

No matter the weather. Sure we got our things done

And we always had fun. We got together to study And included everybody.

We also reunited with friends And followed the latest trends.

Even our hearts blasted with affection When we listened to One Direction.

We all got our ways At "El Patio de Petra,"

And in a future those will be the days.

It Is and It Will Be By Maria Aurora

The school bell is ringing, The classes are starting

And mother is waving goodbye.

I feel like a stranger. My pigtails are blonder

And my tantrums are louder than hers. The diapers are bulking, The dimples are blinding

And I look like a cabbage patch kid.

Nobody seems to wonder, Nobody seems to care,

All they do is stare.

The school bell is ringing, The classes are changing

And six years have just gone by. My legs are longer, My hair is shorter

And I am horribly shy.

I think I have friends. Is that what you might call,

A thief of self-worth Who clearly wants it all?

Right now I’m feeling lonely,

And clearly I can’t see That some people are lovely

And want to talk to me.

The school bell is ringing, The stress is rising

And I am barely awake. The tests are harder,

My thoughts are louder; Somebody hit the brakes!

Three orbits ‘round the Sun.

Will that day ever come? The day that I might cry,

When to home I wave goodbye.

The school bell is ringing, The classes will be ending

And mother will be waving goodbye.

New School By Kianelys Heredia

It’s a new school And it’s my first day. I am a little scared,

But I know it will be ok.

The school year has begun And it’s a time to learn,

And have some fun.

Make new friends, And meet new teachers. Make some memories

That I will never forget.

Now school days are almost over, School days are almost done,

I’ve had a lot of learning, I’ve had a lot of fun.

I’ll have to say goodbye to friends, I’ll have to say goodbye to teachers,

I’ll have to put my books away.

But it’s only until next year Because summer has just begun.

My Classes By Victoria Garrote

Happiness, laugh and joy,

When we enter those bright blue doors. I am ready to enjoy!

The bell rings and we are off to class.

We take a trip to the past. When we enter History

It’s a true victory, When we figure this big mystery.

One, two and three,

When we enter the number world. Students keep asking,

But I am sure we are learning.

Hundred years have passed And we are very thrill

That we keep standing still. Very proud of my school

Because a hundred years are pretty cool.

If we are headed up to class Don’t be the last,

‘Cause you won’t have a blast, So be sure to arrive fast.

My school may be small

But at heart we are pretty tall. We make unforgettable memories

That we treasure ‘till the end of time.

My Days, My School By Sabrina Rodriguez

Days start, School becomes part of our lives.

Days end, Just to start all over again.

Some feel happy

Their days go nicely, Just thinking how good life can be.

Some feel secluded from their minds, But try to make their day as gratifying as possible.

Sometimes people feel obligated to come to school.

Days pass gradually just thinking if everything may end, But people like me who enjoy school,

Expect to actually learn something new every day.

Dancing, painting, studying, We all had and still have a purpose.

Aware of all senses, As love may become hate,

Intelligent as anyone can be, It is to admit my desires and wishes.

For if it’s not to leave,

It is to stay. Near my school, Near my friends.

May I still recall in a future

Those happy days When it all started,

And when it all ended.

CPN will never leave my memories, For it was lovely.

Although sometimes lonely, It will always remain with me.

I love my school. Some may say I’m insane,

Others may agree, But CPN will always remain with me.

My School CPN By Rosario Felix

I don’t like school. I despise waking up

At 6 A.M. Every day

For 270 days.

The exams are dreadful, The people are hateful, The classes are boring, The people are snoring.

But I guess I’m glad

My school’s not quite like that.

The exams are okay, The people say “Hey!” The classes are clever, The people are better.

But even so,

I despise waking up At 6 A.M. Every day

For 270 days.

My Second Family By Frances Casiano

My school, my second home. Yellow are the halls

That we walk all day long. So long that after a while, It starts to feel like home.

My friends, my new sisters. Girls laughing, girls playing,

Running throughout the patio, Dancing to the music on the radio. Together as one under the blue sky,

Together like the sisters we are.

Encouragement and strength, Friendship and respect.

Together we grow, Together we stay, Lifelong friends,

Putting CPN’s name high in the sky.

My Second Home By Carolina Casalduc

Walking in my black shoes and white socks, I arrive to the second home I’m glad to have.

Hugs and kisses I receive, From the people who help me achieve.

Blue, red and yellow lockers we have,

That still treasure our great memories and laughs. Through the years time has passed,

But our greatest memories will never surpass.

A hundred years of great achievements That give the school a feeling of fulfillment.

A big family is what CPN is, Believe me it’s worth the wish.

That feeling you get when you have to leave, Makes you fill your heart with lots of grieve.

Farewell to the place where I grew, It’s amazing how time flew.

School: The Novel By Carolina González

School is like a novel,

And you are the author.

First is Kindergarten, the prologue. You arrive at school for the first time,

Clinging to your mother’s legs, Begging her not to leave you alone.

Afterwards it’s first, second, and third grade,

The beginning of your book. Your friends all have a new doll,

And if your mom doesn’t buy it for you, You’ll throw a fit because

“Everyone has one, except me.”

Then comes fourth, fifth, and sixth grade, The rising action of your book.

New friends come into the picture And they want you to sleep over at their houses, And stay out late at boy-girl parties, and you ask Your mom for permission, hoping she’ll say yes.

Later it’s seventh and eighth grade,

Still the rising action, building up for the climax. Your so-called friends pressure you to talk to boys

Even if you think they are immature. You’d rather stay home,

Enjoying your last bits of your childhood.

Then it’s ninth, tenth, and eleventh grade, The climax of your book.

Those immature boys and fake friends Made you feel empty inside, they made you feel pain. Your grades started to lower, you started to feel sad,

And you wondered why.

Last is twelfth grade, The resolution of your book.

You realize how much you’ll miss school,

Even if you thought you never would. Finally, the day has come when

You can look back and say: “I survived.”

Proud of My Best Years By Sofía Concepción

All day long we learn something new. From 8 A.M. to 2 in the afternoon. We laugh and cry no matter what,

Always craving for more fun.

Reading and writing is what we do, Don’t worry you’ll laugh too. In the theater or classroom

You’ll see teachers smiling too.

The uniform is what we love the most, Or maybe it’s the cheerful souls,

But hearing those black shoes’ soles, Brings too much sisterly joy.

As the days go by,

Our time shortens time after time, Making these four years Full of cheers and tears.

Memories

By Alannis Jiménez

As I look back to the day it all ended, I can feel the tears coming to my eyes.

It all happened so fast; it’s a blur when I think about it, So I sit here wishing I could go back to the day it all started…ninth grade.

We were introduced to high school where everything would be new,

I never thought it was going to be such a wild ride that unified us even more. So much work but so much fun at the same time.

Ninth grade was a blast but before the blink of an eye it all ended.

Tenth grade; definitely one of the hardest if you ask me. I sometimes felt like time was running out but I would shake off the feeling.

My friends became my family and my school became my sanctuary. It ended and we were kind of relieved but I was yearning for younger years.

All at the same time,

Eleventh grade, new teachers again, time to learn new studying techniques. We were almost at the finish line and I honestly wasn’t thinking about college yet.

Long nights full of work but it all paid off on weekends with my friends. I am actually enjoying school lately, I feel like these are the moments that we live

for, right? I am a junior and I am definitely not looking forward to being a senior.

Senior year, where time became my enemy,

Where I got my most prized possession, my senior ring, Where all my hard work paid off.

And now that I finished my time in my second home, I think that the most valuable lesson was to enjoy those little moments that life

gave us. Now I am here in my spotlight, my graduation,

Wishing I could go back to the day it all started…ninth grade.

The Theater By Camille Mercado

This theater holds many memories within That start from the moment you step in.

As a little child with dreams To a grown woman closing scenes.

A place so majestic,

Where anything is possible. In here we see dancers, so enthusiastic, And plays that can be so encouraging.

For some it reminds them of their graduations,

Something they cherish in their hearts. In here we see so many creations

That are made with love, made up by little parts.

It’s a place where we feel comfort, Where we feel safe in, like a fort. Most of our memories are here,

And we will make sure they never disappear.

6:00 AM Disturbance By Tenssie Lapetina

At night before I go to sleep I close my eyes and count to sheep. First comes sheep Body, and then comes sheep Steve,

Right after that I fall fast asleep. By the time I close my eyes I'm woken by an unpleasant surprise,

The 6:00 AM alarm has arrived.

I move to the left, I move to right,

Trying to avoid the horrible light. Once you hear it you fall in tears

Knowing that the beautiful dream disappears.

Dream about a feast, dream of a bay The disturbing sound will always take it away.

This will annoy in any way Because this means the beginning,

Of a new school day.

All dressed up with proper attire, I couldn't look more tired.

Went to look for my mom when I noticed she was gone, She left a note that said...

"It's not a school day, go to bed sleepy head."

A Princess Job at CPN By Mariana García

In 4th grade it was When we met a princess who ate sauce.

She taught us English And we thought she was British.

She had white hair, But she wanted to be different from Lady Gaga,

Which I thought was fair. The princess chose a girl for each day of the week,

Which made our smiles squeak.

We drew the titanic, And we thought it was fantastic.

She gave us cookies, So when we went to the second floor we wouldn't be rookies.

We cried when we left And that made us feel bereft.

Bell By Isabel Ferré and Blancamari Somoza

Bell, our bell, She can be so simple, but yet so useful.

Everyday we hear our Bell, Everyday she notifies us: Ring, Ring!

She is necessary, yet we take Bell for granted.

She welcomes us every morning; Bell hangs around when we are playing.

When it's time, she gives us the cue to go to class. She is the oldest being in our institution,

She is necessary, yet we take Bell for granted.

Bell, you are so small, and yet you are so important. Bell, you are necessary,

You are so special, You are our emblem.

Caitlyn & Her Allergies By Sofía Rosado and Liliana Gordillo

Since sixth grade, this girl was allergic. We didn’t know why, that’s why we had to look for it.

She went to the doctor, but he didn’t say anything. We were all worried because of her aching.

The girl was crying because she felt really bad.

We decided to look for the cure in the magicPad. We didn’t find anything; we even looked in the medicine.net.

“What a tragedy!” my mom said.

We went to see a medicine guru. She looked at my friend.

“She looks awful.” “We already knew that, Karen.”

It was a Friday. She decided to stay home. She felt so bad; we thought it was her hormones.

She started to feel better it was a miracle! But when she went back to school, she was no longer blissful.

We decided to go healthy it was the best decision.

What a better way to get your immune system kicking? The herbs didn’t function; she was allergic to the Aloe Vera!

That’s why when she got sunburn her skin never got any better.

Looking for the cure was no use at all, That’s why I bought her some Tylenol.

She was allergic to Aspirin, that’s the last thing we needed! “Gosh Caitlyn, when did you become so coincided?”

Last but not least, we came to a conclusion.

She was allergic to school; CPN in Brooklyn. She had to stay at home all day, what a wonderful disease! I wish I could be her, but instead I’m allergic to donkeys.

Crying By Iviana Rexach

I had never Seen a teacher

Cry so much before. All I could

Ask myself was: "OMG! Is she crying?" That was the question;

Was it true? I ask her if she's ok

And she answers "yes" Still crying.

Why she was crying; I DONT KNOW!

All I knew Was that it was funny,

And she was laughing too.

Dress Code By Ydalia Colón and Ambar Rodríguez

It's blue and white, It’s not the sky.

Also black, But not a bird

It's the uniforms! The ones we wear every day!

Rolled up sleeves Twice, no more! Some too short,

Others long. We always complain Of the way we look.

No one likes it, But the teachers do.

The shoes are another story.

Too hard, too plain Not fashionable at all.

Better as flip-flops, Or no shoes at all.

Some take the time to brush their hair, Others don't care and wake up a mess.

Straight hair, curly hair, Frizzy or flat.

A bun or a ponytail, Even loose will be fine. As obvious as it seems

All girls are we.

My Days at CPN By Bianca Ferrá

I remember walking through the halls, Elementary school first floor.

Watching the bulletin boards on the walls, And the teacher opening the pre-kinder door.

The days passed, I was growing up

And the fifth grade waited for me, oh time was speeding up! On sixth grade we went on a trip

Where all of us learned about spaceships.

New on the third floor, on seventh grade For Halloween we had a party to wear a masquerade.

On eighth grade we were all excited for prom and graduation, Where we all got our congratulations.

Now on high school, I have more responsibilities, But I am also valuing my abilities.

I will always remember my days at CPN And cherish those memories again and again.

Happy Birthday to the greatest school, Where girls stand out and feel proud.

One hundred years is no easy task, We have done it and it will last.

New School, New Life By Natalia Rodriguez

Ahhh! First day of school I'm new and think I'm cool.

I'm the shiny new toy Will that fill me with joy?

All the girls were staring at me

Did I have something in my teeth? I got to meet them all

We talked until the hall.

It was my first class Hope in this one I pass.

The teachers weren't mean; Until they get mad and turn green.

The cafeteria seemed divine,

The food was better than fine. The bell rang at 2:10

They ran out as if they had been in a pen.

The girls were so nice They treated me better than ice.

As the years have passed I don't feel I'm last.

Now I'm in 10th grade,

I feel unlucky like the squirrel of ice age. These girls will be in my heart forever,

Until I grow old and die, Until I grow old and die.

Secret Surprise By Maria Rosa Arias

Blue skies morning, boy, who could wait? I had a secret surprise that would be great!

The piñata was hidden, No one had seen it

Until the teacher heard, “There’s a piñata in the school, don’t let it explode!”

She came to me with furious eyes, so I told her, “Teacher, I put it away long ago

Don’t punish us girls!”

Report Card By Claudia Alonso and Maria José Rivera

Whether you’re responsible or lazy It will drive you crazy.

At the end of the trimester, sharp, Comes this gigantic shark!

Its idea of it brings a flood of emotions.

In fact, it might be a whole ocean! Anxiety, fear, anticipation, Anger, disgust, alteration.

All those come before,

And after it brings much more: Joy, pride, surprise, and elation,

Or anger, shame, and frustration!

But the worst case of all time, Which will haunt you for life, Is when you fail just one class,

Which is GYM, alas!

School By Maria Luisa Santori and Paula Ruiz

School is home, Through the hallways we roam.

Screaming and running, Also talking and studying.

We always eat

And we love to sleep. We are punished by teachers

Merely for our features.

Here we find our friends, We love them ‘till the end.

We have jokes, laughs, and fights, But we always end up all right.

A school filled with students,

All with different talents. Each special in their own way, Some will end up in runways,

Others will even be in Broadway.

When our tie to leave comes And in women we become,

The school will perceive All the things we were able to achieve.

The Chronicles of a Bee Intruder By Sara Izquierdo Illustrated by Paola Fernández

Who doesn't know how a regular day in high school is? Very calm, but sometimes loud, Strict teachers, but some are not. Quiet classroom, but some are rowdy, That is how my day started. English class was at last period And so was I, it was actually my last day, But that is not the topic. We were silent at first, Quiet like a nurse And distracted, of course. A buzzing was heard, A bee was inside, Trying to rise from the darkness this time. The class started to yell, Without mercy, oh well. The teacher went insane and with us started to yell. Who would have guessed? A brave girl rose from her desk, With her journal she came To overthrow the bee without shame. Impossible it was To kill that animal in real life. It may seem small like a raisin, But it was fast like a dragon fly. The smart teacher realized That no killing was required. She opened the door To let out the free bug soul. Out she came, Like the hall of fame. Everyone watching

The open frame.

The Dead Metal By Kimberly Santiago and Loren Paz

Hanging on the hall, Heard by all,

Ringing the memories, For now a century.

You don’t see it everyday, You’re probably too busy

To look its way. But there it stays,

Representing the lives Of all who came.

It never goes, It never plays,

But there it will be For another 36,500 days.

The Excuse By Namir Cisneros

I wake up on the early day, I just realized it is Monday again.

My weekend was fun, oh gosh, I feel so dumb. I had homework to do,

What do I do?

Biology and Math, History and English too!

I wasted my time, The F is true, I really regret

The time I spent.

Something to do, Something to say. I need an excuse, A lie I must say.

I got the 48 flu,

A thief took my book. Oh! Look there is my dog,

She eats everything in her way. That’s an excuse, The lie I will use.

“Where is your homework?”

The teacher asked. “My dog at it all,”

I replied.

She believes me, And marked it like done.

I can’t believe, I got rid of this one.

The Life of a CPN Desk By Carmen Nieto and Victoria Wiscovitch

I am present in every room, I will be here ‘till my doom.

I am colored cream, As well as green,

Used by students everyday And never asked the time of day.

On me they fart,

They also draw art. I am used to write,

Always gum they bite, And it sticks to my bottom like dry ice.

They announce their lovers,

They write their answers, Like to draw flowers,

As they pass the hours.

“Mommy I don’t want to go!” By Carolina Subirá

“Mommy I don’t want to go!” she said to her mother that was on the first day of kindergarten and that was the year she made lots of friends and played with them all day that was the year her mother found a lost dog and she asked her to keep it and her mother said yes and she called him Dexter and her mother remodeled the kitchen so that the dog could fit that was the year she fought with her cousin over her Halloween

costume and she had to get a new one and she showed her costume at school that was the year she got a lot of things for Christmas and her grandmother gave her a doll for her birthday and she and her father went out to play golf all the time

“Mommy I don't want to go!” she said to her mother that was the time she had to change schools and she had problems learning how to read and she found out she had dyslexia and she got frustrated a lot that was the year she was the only girl in the class and all of the boys wanted to talk to her and she was getting straight As that was the year her dog was run over and she was sad because he was gone and her mother tried to cheer her up that was the time her grandmother gave her another dog for

Christmas and she called her Charlotte and she was happy to get the dog and her father remodeled the bathroom that was the time the neighbor shot two dogs and her family moved and she didn’t like her new house that was the year her brother was born and she held him in the hospital

and her mom was tired a lot and she stayed with her cousins after school that was the year she and her dad didn’t play golf together

anymore

“Mommy I don’t want to go!” she said to her mother that was the time she moved again and she loved her new house and her cousin told her a scary story that made her get scared of

her room that was the time she went to Disney every weekend with her dad and her little brother learned how to speak and she wouldn’t lend her brother anything and there were snakes in the barbecue so they couldn’t use it that was the year she fainted and her mother was very worried and her head hurt a lot and she was diagnosed with hypoglycemia that was the year she believed in ghosts and she was scared of being alone and her friends were being really mean and she didn’t like the bus anymore. that was the year she cried for an hour when her mom told her

she was pregnant and she was upset she was going to get a sister and she held her sister when she was born and she wasn’t so upset anymore that was the year that her dad didn’t play golf anymore.

“Mommy I don’t want to go!” she said to her mother that was the time when she had to move again and she was upset she couldn’t say goodbye to her friends and she had to sleep on the floor and her family moved into her old house that was the year her sister was baptized and she went to her first school again and her old friends wouldn’t talk to her that was the year she made new friends and they weren’t mean and she was happy that she went back to her old school

that was the time she played in the park a lot and her brother would go into her room too much and she would go to the movies and there were too many people at the mall that was the year she broke her dog’s leg and the vet helped her get better and her mom had to give the dog medicine and the dog had a cast that couldn’t get wet that was the year her dad started playing golf again.

“Mommy I don’t want to go!” she said to her mother that was the year she was a year away from graduating high

school and she hadn’t left school and she was happy to be in the school and she didn’t want to graduate that was the year she was involved in a lot of clubs and she was happy with her friends and she was glad to have been in the school for many years that was the year she went to camp and she said she wanted to be a vet and she played golf a lot and she was really good that was the year that her mom got a new job and she won a lot of awards and she loved her new job that was the year her brother and sister fought a lot and she tried to make them stop and her brother was in second grade that was the time a kid almost broke her brother’s neck and she became very protective over him and her mother was upset at his school and her brother never spoke to the kid again that was the year her sister had troubles to learn how to read and she got frustrated and she found out that she also had dyslexia that was the year she was upset to be leaving school soon and she wrote a poem about the school and she would think about college a lot and she was scared for senior year that was the year her father encouraged her to play golf in college.

How do I love CPN? By María Mercedes Del Nido

How do I love CPN? Let me count the ways.

I love the way we form long-lasting friendships

I love the way we learn so passionately

I love the way we chip in to help others in need

I love the way we form a lively environment

I love the way CPN prepares us to succeed

I love the way CPN creates empowerment for girls

Inspired by Angelou’s “Phenomenal Woman”

Beautiful Intellectual By

Natalia Amaral Lynette Cabrera Javiera Santori

Men look at me like I’m a delicate and materialistic catch.

They think beauty and mind are not made to match. I don’t wear glasses or dress unfashionably, So they assume I’m not skilled intellectually.

But I say, It’s beyond my pretty lips,

My perfectly picked clothes, My voluminous hair,

And my proportionate nose. I’m an intellectual

Beautifully. Beautiful intellectual,

That’s me.

I walk into class and I see all of the guys Laughing at me and rolling their eyes.

They stare at my body and smile at my face; But when I speak up, they must see their mistake.

And I say, It’s actually the wisdom in my eyes,

The tolerance of my mind, The knowledge behind my opinion,

And the cleverness in my voice. I’m an intellectual,

Beautifully. Beautiful intellectual,

That’s me.

When I start speaking men can’t understand; They look at me as if I were some different creature.

Impressed they get when I stand, Impressed with my pride and self-assurance.

But I say, It’s pride I show of being myself,

Confident of my wisdom and the words that I speak.

I’m an intellectual, Beautifully.

Beautiful intellectual, That’s me.

Men can’t understand the difference in me.

Not only am I beautiful But an intellectual woman as well.

The face I have, The body I have,

are only part of the physical me. Beyond my looks and appearance

I’m an intellectual, Beautifully.

Beautiful intellectual, That’s me.

Inspired by Angelou’s “Phenomenal Woman”

Capable Student By

Claudia Rivera María José Casellas Gabriela Rivera Vera

What I learn I will preserve,

The highest of praise I do deserve. Of great capacity my mind becomes.

My knowledge is one that will surely last long. I’m a student, Capably.

Capable student, That's me.

For brilliance is my gift, and from adolescent to woman I shift. Even though this process is not swift, at the end, a few tears will be sniffed.

I'm a student, Capably. Capable student, That's me

The highest preparation that I receive,

will be put to use when I leave. The attained information will unweave,

as I speak about what I believe. I'm a student, Capably.

Capable student, That's me

As a woman of great edification, I represent my entire generation;

I will lead them to success by facing the errors I will have to redress.

The valuable characteristics I now possess, will captivate the audience I aim to impress.

I'm a student, Capably. Capable student, That's me

Still I Excel: A Vocabulary Poem By Lynette Cabrera

You may fill me with work

With your arduous projects You may gird me with exhaustion But still, like a CPN girl, I’ll excel

Does my tenacity bother you? Why do you feel intimidated?

‘Cause I work like a miner Looking for gold in a mine.

Just like CPN in competitions,

With great stamina, Just like students in classes

Still I’ll excel.

Do you want to see me vanquished? Overpowered by someone else?

Feeling inferior like dirt Crying like a baby.

You may scare me with your austere look, You may taint my reputation,

You may accost me with your sayings, But still, like a CPN girl, I’ll excel

Does my camaraderie upset you? Don’t think it’s all about you.

Out of the pernicious people

I excel If you push me down

I excel I’m a hard working girl

Fighting and reaching my goals Leaving behind indolence

I excel

I am the example of the girls in CPN I excel I excel I excel.

Inspired by Whitman’s “I Hear America Singing”

I Hear CPN Singing By Kathyana Santiago

I hear CPN singing,

Singing for countless achievements. They raise their voices and sing to all Their majestic and melodious song

That summarizes the excellence That has been taught all along.

Self-confidence I observed The first day I stepped in; Perseverance I observed

The first day I heard them sing. Today I sing along

To the melodious song That keeps us learning every day

As we come in through those blue gates. Let us raise our voices and sing to all; Let us be women who reach for more:

Women with hearts that love, Women with hands that give, Women with minds that grow.

Wisdom is a curious child: A Vocab Poem By Natalia Amaral

Wisdom is a curious child, who lives within our minds. She struggles to break out of the barriers in which she is

confined. She wakes to see that she is always taller than before, But she insatiably wishes to grow a little more. Wisdom’s appraisal of your decisions is best heard and known, It is her job-to what tremendous efforts she has bestowed. Her assessment is not something to abstain from, Her advice will appease even your greatest qualm. She is not one to feel grandiose, not for a little while! She discerns an ulterior motive hidden behind a smile. She’s learned a lot from humbleness, tenacity, and trust, Her unremitting good judgment will never even rust. To benefit from her presence, with her we must cope, And nurture this being that gives us so much hope. In concerted efforts we shall both achieve, Whatever it is we wish to attain or receive.

Happy Birthday By Felisa Adasme The story begins with a girl A poem she has to write She sits upright and this she says When her English teacher asks her “What have you got for me this

day?”: They say I am my mother’s child. She brought me to this school She graduated in seventy-nine, Now I feel like the school is mine. I love all things CPN Though there are some things I

mind: My jumper pleats are never tidy Ironing them is something to die. My heart beats fast

My first day at school It was the first time I had a locker Oh my, I felt so cool. Things turned around in the eleventh

grade, When we faced with angst, Yellow lockers were a sign to us I felt like I had been had. I’ve loved my school since the first

day My teachers and art class I also love birthday parties, And this 100th will be a blast.

Shoes By Valeria Matías

“You should wear your shoes”

Mommy said as she put my shoes on my feet. I don’t want to, there is almost nothing I can feel

Not the floor in my house Not the tar of the street

Not the carpet of the car Not the sidewalk of the school

“I could wear my shoes”

I said as I saw all the other girls wearing their shoes. I wore them and felt them

And saw and thought They’re ok on my feet

They don’t hurt They don’t sting

They’re ok on my feet

I don’t want to wear my shoes I thought at the end of the day.

I wore them so long, I can’t feel the floor

I can’t feel the ground I can’t feel the leaves

I can’t feel the tiles

I left my shoes everywhere and worried Mommy. She looked and looked,

But couldn’t find me anywhere Not in the theatre

Not in the park Not in the library

Not in the house behind the court

She finally found me, after a few hours, Smiling and laughing and running barefoot.

Mad and worried “Where were you?”

But happy she knew I was in school.

I think and I think: I don’t know if it is

that I leave a piece of me everywhere I go, or if it’s that I feel comfortable

in my school as if it were my own home.

I wake up every morning, tired but joyful By Camille Anderson

I wake up every morning, tired but joyful,

Not knowing what adventures today I will enjoy.

I put on the white and blue uniform, and also the shoes

Which with pride and honor I always use.

From home room, to English, to Spanish, to math

All what we learn will take us to the right path.

From girls to women we will transform,

Thanks to CPN and all our hard work.

CPN is not only my school,

But also my second home,

The one which has taught me,

Almost everything I know.

Laughs, tears, happy moments and sad,

All I will take and hold in my heart.

The best times of my life have been spent here,

Which I will never forget nor from my mind will disappear.

Left is only one year,

The end is near.

Saying goodbye, tears will fall,

Since nothing compares to CPN.

Our Great School: A Vocab Poem By

Claudia Salgado Gabriela Acosta

In my school students have great camaraderie,

A spirit of togetherness and friendship that will never go away

Elation is apparent in the smiles of everyone A state of joyfulness only our school provides.

Teachers enthrall us with fascinating stories

To capture and hold everyone’s attention, Nurturing their students in a loving environment

Always caring for each other. Teachers are a kind of prototype for us;

They are a model for us to follow Because of their great education and intellect.

They teach us how to be successful in life

And to be able to vanquish all the obstacles presented in life

They prepare us for the future, to be able to defeat all that challenges us.

Achieving good grades requires tenacity and arduous work,

Persistence, stubbornness, and hard work With the unremitting guidance from our teachers

Which is constant, we must become the best we can be. Our school makes a concerted attempt to set high levels of

education Accomplishing its goals as a group effort.

Knowledge By Tania Radinson

Daily symposiums Take place in the building To determine The extent of our knowledge every day. We find this action Laudable But we do not see that There is so much more. Knowledge is not only school But streets And music And art And sports. We forgo these things For fear that they might Take over our lives And school be Left behind. But we do not see That these things we go without Are as beneficial To our education As is English Math and Science History and Spanish. We become ambivalent In our decisions On whether to

Have fun or not To go out or not To be or not to be. This archaic way Of thinking Frustrates our existence For we cannot decide What is good And what is bad. Our vernacular is modified To fit the expectation Of our educators. We are asked To be terse And verbose At the same time. Rhetorical questions Are thrown at us Like bait to fish. We take the brunt Of the attacks And we cannot complain. School teaches us Not only to learn But to survive in a world Where everybody Has a witty repartee Or a gibe. We learn And we learn Well.

What If By Ana Montalvo

Inspired by Shel Silverstein

Yesterday, while I was sitting in my bed Some what if questions popped into my head. I kept thinking about CPN And how my high school career will end: What if I can’t live without CPN? What if I don’t make new friends? What if I don’t graduate? What if my grades fluctuate? What if CPN hadn’t lasted 100 years? What if I drown in my own tears? What if I’m not the person I used to be? What if I’d like to acquire something for free? What if colleges don’t like me? What if I get brusque or angry? What if I look somnolent in class? What if I break Ms. Morales’s glass? What if I don’t want to leave school? What if I want to be indolent and stay forever in my pool? What if I my anxiety augments? What if I do something totally different? What if I want to study medicine? What if I end up working at Vogue magazine? What if entomology is my passion? What if I apprise people about compassion? What if I become a recalcitrant woman? What if I my teacher is an old, old woman? What if I don’t have tenacity? What if I won’t be healthy? Everything appears to be as expected But then I start wondering about the unexpected.

A Special Place By Nellivette Roque

CPN has been a special place

Which have taught me many things But the most important of all

Is how to be a successful woman For a future that soon will come.

It’s a competitive institution

Which is a good thing It makes us want to be better

No matter how many mistakes we’ve done Since from them we learn.

A full education we receive

We should make good use of it For our future that soon will come

We will be prepared to face Any obstacles on the road

After so many years

It tears me apart To think how little time there’s left

For me to say goodbye

What I most appreciate from CPN Is that it haven’t change its path

After so many years they still help society By preparing with professionalism

The women of tomorrow

Inspired by Silverstein’s “The Giving Tree”

The Giving School By Laura Delaplace

Once there was a school…

And she loved little girls.

And every day the girls would come

And they would read their books

And sing in the hallways.

They would pass each grade

And listen to their teachers

And learn as time went by.

And the girls loved the school…

Very much.

But time went by.

And the girls grew older.

And before they knew it

It was time to go.

The girls would leave with their memories

And they would never forget

How much CPN gave to them.

And the girls loved the school…

Very much.

A CPN Girl By Alejandra Benítez

She is smart

She is athletic

She plays volleyball and tennis

She can dance, she can sing

Whatever she says she’ll make you believe

She can make you laugh

She can make you cry

And boy can she act

She wins gold in the science fair

And she always has perfect hair

At math she’s great

What’s forty seven times eighty-eight?

She knows everything from Lincoln to Kennedy

She’s a great historian already

She’s is gentle and honest

She cares about others

Not only her sisters and brothers

She is the whole package

She is a doctor

She is a lawyer

She is an artist

She is a teacher

She is a girl

She is at student

She is from CPN

!!!! !

100 Years: A Celebration By Ana Montalvo

CPN is a great place to be.

It’s full of people and different things to see.

With lots of love it has always treated us,

We’ve become a part of a family tree.

Colegio Puertorriqueño de Niñas is ready to celebrate

Its hundredth year is almost here, so get ready to vibrate.

Many activities are already planned

So write them down in your agenda.

Lunches, raffles, dinners, and shows

Are some of the activities that would make your mind blow!

So get ready to stand on your feet

And start dancing to the bell’s beat.

CPN is the best school there is

And I am grateful to be a part of it,

Especially at a time like this.

Happy birthday, CPN! This is part of the celebration

That will soon be part of everyone’s conversation.

Don’t let people tell you what you’re going to see!

Believe me, CPN is the place you want to be.

Come and celebrate the hundredth year of CPN

With lots of joy and no regrets.

CPN Today, Tomorrow, Always: A Vocabulary Poem By Claudia Rivera

At CPN we learn to do our best,

To be tenacious and nurture all the rest They tell us to be active and never vegetate.

They ask us to be kind, and never be grandiose.

They want us to be graceful. They want us to be great. They want us to be brave, And speak out every day.

They let us know we’re fallible They create an idyllic world,

So we can all be happy And breathe a perfect CPN world.

We create camaraderie.

We create success. We create memories that last until our deaths.

They want us to be exhaustive.

They augment our chances of success, So we can live the lives we’ve dreamed of everyday.

They want us to feel elation. They want us to be ecstatic, To be in a place like CPN.

The last page to the book By Javiera Santori

As I walk through the blue gates, I feel part of the family it creates.

Greetings from the personnel each morning, Make me want to excel.

Opportunities like the ones that I have been given,

Are impossible to find anywhere else. CPN, not only a school, but a home, Has created the woman I am today.

To think that after twelve years,

It is all coming to an end. Tears will be shed,

Sisters will be separated, But no one will be replaced.

Saying goodbye will not only hurt,

It will be shocking. Understanding that I will not see those faces every day,

Has not been as easy as many think it will be.

Tears, laughs, fights, and much more, Have been shared between sisters.

Some come and go, but all are remembered. I know at some point we will gather,

And have many stories to share.

I thought that to face this I was prepared, But the only one thing CPN didn’t give me,

Was the ability to walk away. A home and family are never left behind.

As graduation approaches, memories come to mind.

My sisters have been my friends, And combined we form one small but loving family. Memories, love, and respect we’ll possess infinitely.

And as we stand with our white togas in the theater stage,

We realize that the high school book is in its last page.

While walking to get our diplomas, The flashbacks flood in, causing us to laugh and cry.

One home, one family, one place

We wish we could hit replay, But instead, we have to embrace what we have left. CPN, this is the hardest thing I have done in my life,

But today with forty of your members, I face the moment to say good-bye.

Before I walk out these doors,

I thank you for the opportunity of being part of your history. Before you stands the future of this country, And I can assure you that’s thanks to you.

We walked one last time through the blue gates,

And were dismissed by your personnel. Now we knew that the moment was here,

That this was good-bye.

C P NP o e t  B o o k